Comic #18 - Graveyard

Light is scarier than darkness

One evening, on November 1st, I was walking around the cemetery with my family. We were either on the way to the next grave of one of our ancestors or just being lost. I remember lots of red plastic grave lights, tiny black and white portrait photographs in oval frames, looking back at me from the grave stones, the sounds of numerous steps of people walking on gravel paths, and I remember also how utterly cold it was. I never grew negative feelings towards going to the cemetery; the darkness there wasn’t any spookier as in other places covered in dark, and the belief in ghosts was at that point in my life non-existent. But on that particular day, in the middle of the cemetery, I did grow one big fear – fear of fire.

Who knew a plastic grave light could become so very hot? Of course I had to grab right at the top, each fingertip burning from the metal lid.

What was your experience like going to the cemetery as a kid?

Did you also bring plastic grave lights to the graves?

Until next week, cheers! - Mojca